Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Qatar and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx. All the underground hits.
All Funky Four + One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fad Gadget record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blake Baxter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nirvana,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Eden Ahbez,
Black Pus,
Lalo Schifrin,
Funky Four + One,
Radio Birdman,
FM Einheit,
Pharoah Sanders,
Minor Threat,
Warren Ellis,
Khruangbin,
World's Most,
X-Ray Spex,
Interpol,
Severed Heads,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Wasted Youth,
Ultra Naté,
Cybotron,
Mad Mike,
Skaos,
Franke,
The Red Krayola,
Deepchord,
The Fuzztones,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Michelle Simonal,
Excepter,
Eli Mardock,
Accadde A,
New Order,
Average White Band,
Jerry's Kids,
The Vogues,
One Last Wish,
Faraquet,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Maleditus Sound,
X-102,
Ice-T,
Subhumans,
Eric Copeland,
Hot Snakes,
Gang of Four,
Morten Harket,
Gong,
8 Eyed Spy,
Wings,
Mary Jane Girls,
Boredoms,
Janne Schatter,
The Smoke,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bronski Beat,
Ornette Coleman,
Piero Umiliani,
Skarface,
Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.